I prayed for rain, yes
I plunged the sea, came
hand dipped in rivers —I searched.
I searched inside where the vision was
black, spinning, spun, fogged hot and narrow.
I searched with eyes turned back, shot up
and burrowed in, I searched to find
center, calm white orb
of knowing I had
read of:
“to bring light in dark times”
but my eyes instead
turned black
as though they were made of this
no-moon night, the whole head
of a barn owl serves the ear.